♙ p a n d o r a ♙
I thought of angels choking on their halos
get them drunk on rose water
Dainty strides bring Pandora cascading down the riverbank, nimbly navigating unstable stones and jagged ledges; it helps, she thinks, to have a few thousand years of experience travelling under her (metaphorical) belt. The sun filters through the canopy of outstretched leaves above her head, filling her with the most delightful warmth. The narrow streets and crowded buildings of Delumine weren’t much to her taste; give her the wilds any day, with the wind sifting through her hair and the cool splash of droplets from the spray of small waterfalls against her skin. She heard that the Rapax River was quite dangerous, so she’d avoided it until she felt a bit more comfortable with Novus’s landscape and inhabitants. Pandora loved trouble, but slipping on some rocks and splitting her skull open wasn’t the fun variety. Now, she felt a bit foolish for waiting – she hadn’t seen anywhere lovelier in Delumine. The ocean that bordered Novus was dark and murky, but this water was almost clear enough to remind her of the oceans of her childhood.
She misses them, occasionally.
Her attention is caught by a figure on the opposite bank, and she turns, blinking, to a somewhat strange sight; a little horse – not quite a child, but not an adult either -, fishing. She was a sweet-looking girl, all deep, dark blue and white, save for a splash of red between her eyes; the wings on her head put Pandora in the mind of cherubs, flapping clumsily through a rose garden, and, with the girl’s gentle expression, stained with bread-crumbs, she thought it quite fitting, in spite of the intensity with which she was watching her line. She was quite civilized, with her little picnic basket and her fishing rod, and quite put-together, perched comfortably on the shore; Pandora wonders if she’s a native. Either way, she’s interesting, and so is her task. She doesn’t know much about the fish that swim in Novus, and, frankly, she’d be a bit confused if the girl were carnivorous. (She’s heard stories about kelpies, but she isn’t sure if she believes them yet. In her experience, they were as likely true as they were children’s tales.) With that in mind, she strides a bit closer to the edge of her side of the river. She wasn’t the kind to turn down a chance for good conversation.
“What are you fishing for?” She quizzes amicably but with her voice raised just high enough to be audible above the rush of the river. Pandora fixes her with a lazy, but genuine, smile – doesn’t want to scare her off, though, considering how small she is, it’s hard to do.
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tags | @Essielure
notes | <3
I thought of angels choking on their halos
get them drunk on rose water
Dainty strides bring Pandora cascading down the riverbank, nimbly navigating unstable stones and jagged ledges; it helps, she thinks, to have a few thousand years of experience travelling under her (metaphorical) belt. The sun filters through the canopy of outstretched leaves above her head, filling her with the most delightful warmth. The narrow streets and crowded buildings of Delumine weren’t much to her taste; give her the wilds any day, with the wind sifting through her hair and the cool splash of droplets from the spray of small waterfalls against her skin. She heard that the Rapax River was quite dangerous, so she’d avoided it until she felt a bit more comfortable with Novus’s landscape and inhabitants. Pandora loved trouble, but slipping on some rocks and splitting her skull open wasn’t the fun variety. Now, she felt a bit foolish for waiting – she hadn’t seen anywhere lovelier in Delumine. The ocean that bordered Novus was dark and murky, but this water was almost clear enough to remind her of the oceans of her childhood.
She misses them, occasionally.
Her attention is caught by a figure on the opposite bank, and she turns, blinking, to a somewhat strange sight; a little horse – not quite a child, but not an adult either -, fishing. She was a sweet-looking girl, all deep, dark blue and white, save for a splash of red between her eyes; the wings on her head put Pandora in the mind of cherubs, flapping clumsily through a rose garden, and, with the girl’s gentle expression, stained with bread-crumbs, she thought it quite fitting, in spite of the intensity with which she was watching her line. She was quite civilized, with her little picnic basket and her fishing rod, and quite put-together, perched comfortably on the shore; Pandora wonders if she’s a native. Either way, she’s interesting, and so is her task. She doesn’t know much about the fish that swim in Novus, and, frankly, she’d be a bit confused if the girl were carnivorous. (She’s heard stories about kelpies, but she isn’t sure if she believes them yet. In her experience, they were as likely true as they were children’s tales.) With that in mind, she strides a bit closer to the edge of her side of the river. She wasn’t the kind to turn down a chance for good conversation.
“What are you fishing for?” She quizzes amicably but with her voice raised just high enough to be audible above the rush of the river. Pandora fixes her with a lazy, but genuine, smile – doesn’t want to scare her off, though, considering how small she is, it’s hard to do.
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tags | @Essielure
notes | <3
